He’s late again. Jacob Counterfeit III looked at the empty desk of one, Alfred Lackluster, and shook his head. I’m the difficult one. He’d taken Alfred in as a favorite to an old friend, but was his kindness repaid? No. When the boy was here, he was lucky to get anything done. His head isContinue reading “The Boss”
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